A/N: It took me forever to finish this chapter, but I'm very satisfied with the way I wrapped things up. I'd like to thank Badassmarshmallowflynn who helped me come up with a solution to Sharon and Brenda's problem. After reviewing several suggestions that were made to me by a few people, this was the one I decided to work with, and it definitely helped make this chapter much funnier than it would have been without it. Also, I should probably mention that I've never been to Mexico and never tried hallucinogenic drugs, so everything that I wrote about, I had to research. I hope that I managed to represent the experience correctly. Also, if anyone is asking themselves, Lauren is definitely NOT a Mexican. In my mind, she is an American yoga teacher who moved to the Mexican desert to strengthen her spiritualism, but I couldn't fit that backstory into this chapter, so it's just some extra info I'm throwing in there.

Also, thank you so much for all your lovely reviews. I hope that you find this chapter funny and that it will help you distract your minds from the news our fandom received this week.

Trigger warning: Use of hallucinogenic drugs.

Brenda stopped the car in the middle of nowhere and looked at the map for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Sharon let out a huff and looked out of the window. They were in the middle of the desert, surrounded by nothing but sand and sun. She's never been to Mexico before, and so far she was not impressed at all.

"Are we lost again?" she asked.

"I don't know," Brenda replied. That was progress; an hour earlier Brenda refused to admit they were lost. Now she handed Sharon the map. "Are you a good navigator?"

"I think so," Sharon said. Truth be told, it's been years since she used a map to navigate. She took the map from Brenda and inspected it. "It's in Spanish," she sighed.

"Well, that's what they speak in Mexico," Brenda responded.

"But you don't speak Spanish, and neither do I," Sharon groaned.

"We still don't have GPS reception, do we?" Brenda asked, and Sharon shook her head.

"A map is a map, right? If we put some effort into this, I'm sure we'll get there," Sharon tried to think positively. "Someday," she added under her breath. She went back to reading the map and managed to locate their destination. Now all she had to do was find a road sign or anything that would indicate to her where they were.

"Sharon?" Brenda said hesitantly.

"Hmmm?" Sharon hummed without raising her gaze from the map.

"Do you see that?" Brenda pointed at something in the distance. Sharon looked up from the map. "I think it's a person."

"Looks like a cactus to me," Sharon responded.

"Not unless a cactus has legs," Brenda quipped. Sharon narrowed her eyes in an attempt to better see what Brenda was seeing.

"I think it's some sort of a mirage, like fata morgana of a tumbleweed," she noted. Brenda chuckled. "Come on, Brenda, no one in their right mind would drive through this place."

"We're driving through this place," Brenda argued.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Brenda. Going to Mexico, getting lost in the Sonora Desert just to meet some shaman lady…"

"Curandero," Brenda commented.

"Oh, you suddenly speak Spanish?" Sharon countered.

"That's what Claire said," Brenda replied.

"Claire? You mean Fritz's crazy sister? The one who thinks she has superpowers?"

"Psychic powers," Brenda argued.

"It's the same thing!" Sharon called. Brenda shrugged. "Why did you ask her anyway? I thought you didn't like her."

"I couldn't ask her anything while being in your body. She wouldn't know who I am. Fritz asked. He said it was for a friend," Brenda explained. "You're just jealous because she has a thing for Lieutenant Flynn."

"Hold on a second. Andy dated her?" Sharon looked scandalized. Brenda stifled a chuckle.

"She tried, but he wasn't into her at all," She assured Sharon. "He's all yours."

"I think you're right about the cactus. It's fully dressed and heading our way," Sharon changed the subject.

"I told you," Brenda said triumphantly, and Sharon rolled her eyes. The person walked towards the car and within less than a minute was standing by the driver's side. Now they could see it was a woman who seemed to be in her 40's. Brenda rolled down her window. "Hi, I think we're lost," she said sweetly.

"You are never lost. You are always right where you should be," the woman replied in a dreamy voice. "I'm Lauren Clifford. You're the women Claire told me about."

"You spoke to Claire?" Brenda wondered.

"She sent me a message through the universe," Lauren responded. Sharon barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Without asking for permission, Lauren opened the backseat door and went into the car. "You have to drive straight ahead for about five minutes," she instructed. Brenda complied. "Now turn right," Lauren said after five minutes of driving through what looked like a never-changing desert view.

"Everything around here looks the same, how do you know where to go?" Sharon challenged.

"Trust me, I am guided by the energies of the desert," Lauren said. She continued to give Brenda driving instructions until they finally came to a stop in front of a small hut. "Welcome to my clinic," She announced happily. The three women went out of the car. "Now, did you two bring the payment?" Sharon looked at Brenda. She suddenly realized that Brenda never mentioned how much this little adventure would cost them. Brenda opened the trunk of the car and took a small carton box full of videotapes.

"Here you go, the complete Jane Fonda workout series on VHS, as you requested," she said.

"Do you even have electricity in here to watch these tapes?" Sharon wondered.

"I don't need electricity or a VHS player. I can project these with my mind," Lauren replied. Sharon sighed. Without a doubt, they were dealing with a nutcase. They followed Lauren into the hut that looked quite cozy on the inside, with straw mats and beanbag chairs. The three of them sat down. "So, I understand that the two of you somehow switched bodies," Lauren said. Sharon and Brenda explained how the body swap occurred. "Yes, it will be easy to fix. I have just the thing for you." Lauren went to the back of the hut and made a lot of noise looking through a big wooden box. They heard the sound of bubbling and the pouring of liquid. An odd herbal smell began spreading in the hut, and they looked at each other worriedly.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Brenda," Sharon whispered.

"Staying the way we are is not a good one either," Brenda answered. "Let's give this a chance. Maybe we'll be surprised."

"Or dead."

"Well, being dead is how we found ourselves in this situation, to begin with, so maybe it's not such a bad idea to reboot our bodies so that we can transfer back," Brenda said.

"Reboot? We are not computers!" Sharon argued.

"Here you go!" Lauren called cheerfully as she approached them, holding two clay cups. "One for you," She handed one cup to Brenda. "And one for you," she handed the other to Sharon.

"What's this?" Sharon asked.

"This is a plant that grows around here. You drink this, and you will be able to leave your body. Through meditation, I will guide each of you back to the right body, and you will be yourselves again," Lauren explained.

"Great, let's do it!" Brenda said excitedly and brought the cup to her mouth.

"Wait, is this plant legal?" Sharon stopped her.

"I don't know, and I don't care. I just want to go back to my body, for heaven's sake!" Brenda groaned. "Will you please cooperate for once, so we can get our lives back?" Sharon stared into the cup for a long moment. She did not know what that cup really contained, and she was not sure how it would affect Brenda or her. If she was honest with herself, the legality of the liquid did not bother her as much as all the potential trouble drinking it might bring. And at the same time, they haven't been driving for two days into the middle of the desert for fun. They did it because they wanted to switch back.

"Alright," she sighed.

"Cheers!" Brenda smiled at her and brought the cup to her mouth again. Sharon did the same. She took a small gulp, and the bitterness of the liquid almost made her spit it out. "This tastes awful!" Brenda called out.

"It takes a little getting used to. Just drink it all at once," Lauren said. Sharon looked into the cup and tried to summon the courage to take another sip. It took her a moment until she was able to psych herself into bringing the cup to her mouth again and downing the rest of the sickeningly bitter liquid in one sip. When she was done, she looked at Brenda, who was taking her time drinking it. She couldn't blame her. She felt as if her tongue was about to fall off. It took almost ten minutes for Brenda to be able to finish drinking the liquid.

"Now, what?" Brenda wondered.

"Now, you both sit straight, and I'll guide you through meditation," Lauren instructed. "First, close your eyes, and tighten the muscles of your stomach, so you can feel your breaths going into your lungs." The two women complied with Lauren's instruction. Sharon had practiced yoga before, and was no stranger to meditation and guided breathing. Brenda, however, had no interest in yoga, meditation or sports and it was a bit difficult for her to get into the mood required to meditate. "You're both doing really well. Now I want you to listen to each other's breath and try to breathe in unison." Both women did as they were told. Lauren continued to instruct them on how to keep their breaths 'aligned', as she called it. Sharon wasn't sure when it happened, but she felt her senses becoming sharper, and each breath Brenda took felt as if it reverberated through her own body. "Good job, ladies. In a moment, when I say 'breathe', you will take one sharp breath and hold it in," Lauren explained. "Breathe." Brenda and Sharon took a deep breath and felt a painful pinch in the middle of their chests as they were yanked out of their bodies. They could see their bodies collapsing backward and landing in the softness of the beanbag seats. "Alright now. You have just left your bodies. Now let's get each of you to the right place," Lauren said. "I want each of you to look at the body that belongs to her, and to think about how it feels to be in it." Brenda was immediately pulled towards her body and felt herself descending heavily into it. Sharon also felt drawn towards her body, but something was blocking her from finding her way back inside. "Sharon, you are hovering only an inch above your body. You're almost there. Try thinking of a moment when you enjoyed being inside your own skin and embrace it." Lauren's words made Sharon think of her and Andy's last night together. It was about two months before the explosion; they just returned from an evening out and settled on her couch together. Andy took her hand and brought it to his lips, gently kissing it. The feeling of his lips against her skin, the love that was embodied in that one gesture, made her feel like she was glowing from the inside out. It was simple, but enough to make her feel like she was the luckiest person in the world. As she thought of that moment, she felt herself becoming heavier. The feeling of a material softly engulfing her body grounded her. "That's it. You're back," she heard Lauren's voice gliding next to her ears. "Now, that breath you took earlier is still in your lungs. You are going to slowly release it through your mouth. I want you to pay attention to the way the air is coming out from between your lips." Both women exhaled slowly. "Excellent. Now, very slowly, I want you to move the ends of your fingers and wiggle your toes. Feel the energy flowing through your body as you do that. And after that, you can open your eyes."

Brenda was the first to open her eyes. She laid silently for a long moment, feeling dazed and heavy. She was not sure what was in that drink, but it definitely had an odd effect on her; colors looked sharper, sounds seemed louder, smells were stronger. She was fully aware that she was high on whatever that plant was, and the feeling was lingering. And she was also sweating so heavily that her clothes were drenched. Slowly, she brought her hand to her hair and took a soft strand between her fingers, bringing it forward where she could see it. She was blonde again. She was herself again. It worked.

Sharon's eyelids fluttered open and shut several times. The weight of her body and the way the beanbag seat surrounded her like a cocoon, protecting her like a soft shell. The feeling of the material of her clothes against her body, the way the sweat clung to her skin was overwhelming. She could hear the grains of sand rubbing against each other in the desert wind. She could smell the haze that surrounded the hut. And she could see every detail around her so vividly. She let out a groan and felt pure joy filling her as she realized the voice that came out of her mouth was her own. She was herself again, physically and emotionally. Slowly, she turned her head to the side and was almost shocked to see Brenda, laying there and touching her hair as if it was gold.

"How are you feelin', Captain?" Brenda asked as she noticed Sharon looking at her.

"Like I've just had a mind-blowing orgasm, everything's unrealistically good," Sharon blurted before she realized what she had said. "I'm high, aren't I?"

"Seems so," Brenda drawled.

"What did we take?" Sharon wondered.

"Peyote," they heard Lauren's voice. They almost forgot she was there. "It's been almost two hours since you've taken it. I can keep guiding you in meditation if you'd like to have a chance to engage in a deep reflection of your lives, but you are very welcome to just lay there and go through whatever your trip summons for you."

"I'll take the latter," Brenda said as she stared at an imaginary Ding Dong that appeared before her eyes. She sent her hand to take it, but couldn't get a hold of it.

"What about you, Sharon?" Laura inquired.

"Emily is so pretty when she dances like that, don't you think?" Sharon asked no one in particular. She loved watching Emily dance; it calmed her down. "Oh, look at her, she's Giselle!"

"I guess that's a no, then," Lauren said to herself as she watched the two delusional women sinking deeper and deeper into their hallucinations.

The bitter taste in her mouth made bile rise in Sharon's throat. She brought her palm to cover her mouth as she pushed herself off the beanbag seat and wobbled towards the hut door. She opened it and took a few steps outside. The first rays of the sun colored the sky orange and pink. It made the desert look magical. If she weren't sick to her stomach, she would take a moment to appreciate the spectacular sight. But instead, she dropped to her knees and let the content of her stomach, which wasn't much, come out in short but chest-constricting sprays. Her head was spinning and the last thing she did before she let herself hit the ground, was to move away from the pool of vomit so she won't land in it. She drifted in and out of consciousness for several minutes. Every time her eyes opened, the light outside was stronger, and the colors of the desert changed. She heard herself laughing and then crying. In between, she said a little prayer, but she wasn't sure what she was praying for. The next time she opened her eyes, she was laying on the beanbag seat again, with a cold towel on her forehead. Brenda was sitting next to her and drinking slowly from a clay cup. She looked calm and pensive.

"Hi there," she said quietly. "How are ya doin'?" She smiled at Sharon. Sharon let out a soft moan. "Lauren said it happens sometimes when people come off the high. They get sick." Sharon reached for the towel and removed it from her forehead. Brenda reached for a kettle and poured some tea into another clay cup. "Here, drink this, small sips. Lauren said it would make your stomach feel better." She helped Sharon straighten up and handed her the cup. Sharon brought the cup to her mouth and took a small sip. It was regular herbal tea, similar to the kind she drank at home.

"Where is she?" she wondered.

"She went to town to bring us some food," Brenda explained. "She said it would help bring us off our high."

"Listen, Brenda, if I said or did anything inappropriate after I drank the peyote, I'm very sorry," Sharon said.

"I don't think I was even aware of what you were sayin' or doin' in the last twelve hours. I've been busy chasing Ding Dongs and having imaginary conversations with Fritz and Chief Pope," Brenda smiled. "I probably said so many stupid things; I can't judge you if you've done anything similar." She took another sip of her tea, and so did Sharon. "That was your first time, wasn't it?"

"What? Taking drugs?" Sharon wondered. Brenda responded with a quick nod. "Well, I tried pot in high school. I didn't like it. And I'm not sure if stealing my father's expensive whiskey and getting drunk with my best friend even counts," she sighed. "You?"

"A couple of years ago, my niece Charlie baked hash brownies, and I ate a few by accident," Brenda said. "It was a nice experience. We bonded," she reminisced. "It sounds like you were a rascal!"

"I think I was trying to find a way to break free, but I quickly realized that drugs and alcohol wouldn't give me the escape that I needed," Sharon explained.

"Break free of what?"

"Strict upbringing, mostly. I'm an only child; my dad was a diplomat. My family had to move around a lot. I lived in seven countries before I turned sixteen. I've been taking etiquette classes ever since I was old enough to speak," Sharon sighed. "You always have to be on your best behavior when your father is an American representative. You can't go around causing trouble."

"It sounds like you've had a gloomy childhood," Brenda commented.

"It might seem like a glamorous life to others. But when you're ten, and you have to attend boring events instead of going outside and playing with kids your age; or when you're fifteen, and your parents tell you that you cannot date a boy you like because 'people like him and us don't mix', you hate every moment of it."

"I guess that's why it sometimes feels like you have a stick up your ass," Brenda said the words into her cup. Sharon giggled.

"I guess our upbringing affects us no matter how hard we try to get away from it," she shrugged.

"You've gotten away alright. I'd imagine a kid who grew up the way you did would go to a fancy university and become a politician," Brenda said.

"Yeah, my parents certainly expected more of me. But I got married very young, and life got in the way of what I wanted. And then I realized that everything I thought I wanted to become was just a reflection of what others wanted me to be. I love being a cop, and I wouldn't trade it for any other profession."

"I can certainly relate to that," Brenda smiled. "More tea?"

"Sure, thanks," Sharon handed Brenda her cup. She watched Brenda as she poured tea into her cup. She wasn't sure when exactly they've become friends. She knew that when Clay and Willie Ray were visiting a couple of years ago, Brenda introduced her as her friend, but it was quite clear to her that the other woman never really meant it. The Turrell Baylor case definitely widened the rift between them, and she realized that spending some unwarranted time in each other's bodies might have helped them bridge that gap.

"Why are you looking at me this way?" Brenda asked as she handed her the full cup.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought that I owe you an apology for something I've done to your body when I was you," she said. It wasn't really what she was thinking, but she didn't feel like sharing her insights about their friendship status with Brenda.

"What have you done, Sharon?" Brenda began looking under her clothes. "Oh my God, did you really have to?" She called after taking a quick peek inside her panties.

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't stand all the hair. But it's not permanent, and it will grow back in a couple of weeks."

"Why would any woman even do it to herself?" Brenda groaned. "I look like a little girl." Sharon let out a snort.

"You might be surprised by how men react to this," she teased.

"Eww, really?" Brenda made a face. Sharon nodded. "You didn't show Fritz, did you?"

"I thought I'd leave the decision whether to show him or not up to you," Sharon replied.

"Who knew that you had such a wild soul?" Brenda laughed. "I like you, and even though this is crazy –" she pointed towards her crotch. "I guess you're a much nicer person than you let on."

"So are you," Sharon smiled at her and was surprised when Brenda pulled her into a tight hug.

Sharon parked Brenda's car in front of the woodland cabin they decided to rent for the weekend. Before they left for Mexico, they decided that when they got back, they would meet Fritz and Andy in a cabin. None of them was sure if the switch would work, and they wanted the option to meet again as a group and decide what they could do next. Now the two women sat in the car and looked at the cabin and could see the warm light shining in the living room. They have been away for only four days, but it felt as if it has taken them an entire lifetime to return.

"Are you okay?" Brenda looked at Sharon, who looked stunned.

"Yeah, I just need a moment," she replied. She turned the small light above the driver seat on and examined herself in the rearview mirror. "I look horrible," she sighed. Even though they were both fully sober when they left Lauren's hut, they were exhausted by the heat of the desert and the spiritual journey they've made. With Sharon behind the wheel, they got lost three times on the way back and had to spend a night sleeping in the car.

"You know, for someone to lose their way back home three times –" Brenda began.

"I said I was sorry about that," Sharon groaned.

"Let me finish," Brenda said. "For someone to lose their way home three times, they have to be really distracted."

"I don't understand what you're getting at," Sharon replied.

"I think something's bothering you. And this something happens to be right inside that cabin," Brenda noted. Sharon narrowed her eyes at her. "Are you rethinking your relationship with Lieutenant Flynn?"

"It's not that," Sharon bit her bottom lip. "Andy and I tried not to label our relationship. We just started dating a few months ago, and with everything that's going on at work – the Turrell Baylor case – I put our relationship on hold. I didn't want anyone to find out and question my neutrality."

"So when I broke up with him on your behalf, you weren't really together," Brenda realized.

"I thought it would be smart to put some distance between us. I told him that I understood if he didn't want to wait for the case to be over. He could move on, and so could I," Sharon explained.

"So, you've been with someone else after that?" Brenda wondered. Sharon shook her head.

"I couldn't. I was too invested in this relationship, and now that I almost lost him, I don't know what to do," she sniffled.

"Could dating Lieutenant Flynn really be used against you in the Turrell Baylor case?" Brenda asked. "I thought you reported your relationship to Chief Pope."

"We did," Sharon sighed. "But Peter Goldman has a leak inside your division, and if he finds out about this relationship, my professionalism would be called into question. It could ruin the careers of so many officers that I've cleared, and also the ones I am still trying to clear."

"Look, Sharon, I get it that you want to protect people around you from bad things, but you and I both know that it's not possible. Plus, after so many years of service, I have no doubt your reputation precedes you," Brenda said, "You clearly have feelings for Flynn; feelings that you are still struggling to admit to yourself and him."

"But what if –" Sharon started.

"Remember how when you woke up yesterday, you talked about trying to fit into a mold someone else created for you?" Brenda asked. Sharon nodded slowly. "That thought process – the idea that if you sacrifice your happiness for others – is a mold that you need to break. So we're going to leave this car right now, and walk into that cabin. And we will tell the men that we care about, just how much we love them. You understand me?" Sharon sniffled and wiped away a stray tear. She nodded, and they went out of the car and walked towards the cabin.

Fritz was the one to open the door and let both women in. Sharon looked around her. It was a warm and cozy place, and the smell that hung in the air made it clear that the two men cooked dinner for them.

"Did it work?" Fritz asked. Brenda nodded and wrapped her arms around him, standing on the tip of her toes to kiss him. Sharon heard noise coming from the kitchen and followed it, her heart rate speeding as she saw Andy straining pasta and putting it in a dish. She looked at the way his black shirt clung to the muscles of his back. She cleared her throat softly. He turned around and looked at her.

"Sharon?" she could hear the hope in his voice. She nodded slowly and watched the smile spreading across his face. "You look like hell," he grinned. He was right. Sharon was wearing shorts and a wide t-shirt. Her hair was stringy and sandy, and she was pretty sure that she sweated her body weight back in that hut. "What happened?"

"We drank peyote, and –"

"Wait, you got high?" Andy looked at her with surprise.

"I didn't know it was peyote until after I drank it. And then Lauren, that healer Fritz's sister recommended –" Sharon began and noticed Andy's expression has changed.

"Fritz's sister?" he asked.

"Yeah, I heard that the two of you had a thing," Sharon said.

"Only in her mind. You have no reason to be jealous," Andy replied as he placed the pasta on the dinner table.

"I'm not jealous," she shrugged. "Well, maybe I was a little bit jealous when Brenda told me about her. But she explained the situation."

"Anyway, you were saying…" Andy urged her on.

"Yes, Lauren guided us in meditation out of each other's bodies, and back into ours. And after that, there were twelve more hours of insane hallucinations. It's scary how deep into your soul peyote makes you dig," Sharon explained.

"I hope you're not going to do that again," Andy said quietly.

"I don't think I ever will," Sharon replied. "Coming off that high was like having a really bad stomach flu."

"I'm glad you're okay, Sharon. And I'm happy that you're in the right body this time," Andy walked over to her and took her hand.

"You know, after I've drunk the peyote, I had many hallucinations about you," she said. "And I thought about you a lot on the way back to California." She could tell by the look in Andy's eyes that he was curious. "I know that when the Turrell Baylor case started, I told you that we should take some time apart. I thought it would help me protect you, and Brenda, and your division. But it was wrong. I think that, if you haven't moved on, we should get back together, because I love you," her eyes misted with unshed tears.

"I haven't moved on. And I love you, too, Sharon."

"I know that I smell really bad right now, and I'm dusty and sticky, but I really want you to hold me." She never meant to break down in front of him, but the tears were going down her face, and she had no control over them. Andy's arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to him.

"You weren't kidding about the smell," he sighed after a long moment. Sharon let out a nervous giggle in response.

"I better go and take a quick shower before dinner," she said and left the kitchen in favor of the bathroom.

A soft thud against the bedroom wall woke Sharon and Andy up. They laid still for a long moment until they heard another thud and a soft moan. Turning towards each other, they smiled. It appeared that Brenda and Fritz were getting it on in the other bedroom. Sharon couldn't blame them. She and Andy had done the same thing, albeit much more quietly before they went to sleep. Her hand found Andy's fingers under the blanket and brought it to her mouth, pressing a kiss against his knuckles.

"I think we should give them some privacy," she whispered as she went out of bed, and pulled him with her. She grabbed the blanket, and they silently walked out of their bedroom and down the stairs. "I think the living room couch can be opened to bed," she said and walked towards the furniture, quickly moving the pillows and unfolding the bed. Andy went back upstairs to bring their pillows and sheets. They made the bed together and then laid down on it and snuggled close to each other.

"I don't know if I said it tonight, but you're the kindest person I've ever known," Andy whispered into her ear before they both let sleep claim them again.

It was rather early when Brenda and Fritz came down the stairs. They were both early risers, and even though they've spent a night full of passion, and had made love throughout most of it, they still felt energized. The sight that greeted them made them both stop in their tracks. Sharon and Andy were laying on the sofa bed, facing each other with their feet tangled. Sharon's head was nestled under Andy's chin, and one of his hands was in her hair, while the other was draped protectively over Sharon's shoulder.

"Aren't they cute?" Brenda turned to Fritz.

"I would be a shame if we woke them up now. Maybe we should go back upstairs and try to get some sleep," he suggested. Brenda nodded in agreement, and they returned upstairs. It was a few hours later when Brenda and Fritz caught a whiff of coffee brewing in the kitchen and went back downstairs. They found Sharon and Andy, still in their pajamas, making breakfast for everyone.

"Good morning," Sharon said and handed Brenda a cup of coffee.

"It is, indeed," Brenda responded. "How did you two sleep?"

"Like babies," Sharon took a sip of her coffee. She felt Brenda leaning over her shoulder.

"You were right about that hair thing. Men really dig that, heaven knows why," Brenda whispered into her ear, and her words made Sharon smile.

"Glad to hear that."

"You'll have to refer me to your beauty salon, or wherever you got it done because I think I'm going to do it again," she said as Sharon turned from the kitchen counter and placed a plate full of pancakes on the kitchen table.

"There's chocolate syrup in the fridge," she winked at Brenda and poured coffee into Fritz's mug.

"You definitely know the way to my heart," Brenda almost jumped in excitement at the thought of chocolate. Andy placed a plate of bacon on the table and went on to fry some eggs for all of them.

After they all sat down to eat breakfast, Sharon and Brenda took each other's hands under the table and smiled at each other. A few months ago, they would never believe that they would be discussing their relationships, background, fears, and hopes with each other. Now they've become deeply acquainted with each other, and close enough to share intimate information with each other. Sharon has never really had a close female friend, and neither did Brenda and somehow, as they sat at the breakfast table, both women realized that even though they both went back to normal, their lives were forever transformed by each other. And they were finally confident enough to define themselves as friends.

THE END

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